
The Name of a Rose is Love
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On a rainy day at the end of October, Lin Wei, who had come home late from working overtime, met Shen Yan, who was weeding roses, at the entrance of an old alley. The black umbrella he was handed became the beginning of their story. From the stubborn crimson roses at the entrance of the alley, to the yellowed bookmarks with verses in the second-hand bookstore; from the hot cocoa that warms your hands in the late-night cafe, to the secret garden that hides the stories of the years; from the sunrise on the other side of the river when jogging side by side, to the small note left by grandma in the rose specimens - the small encounters are like raindrops falling into the lake of heart, slowly creating happy ripples. They watered the roses together, hid specimens in poetry books together, and talked unfinished words together under the stars, thinking that such tender moments would last forever. However, unexpectedly, the appearance of "old friends" and hidden family stories shrouded misunderstandings like dark clouds, and they finally passed each other in the airport lobby. Only rose soil remains on the empty window sill, but the fragments of truth in the old letters guide the search across the city. The chance encounter under the snow-capped mountains, the reunion at the old place, and the reconciliation after talking all night made the two separated people hold hands again and replant the withered rose roots. From the first time they said "I'm waiting for you" to the proposal in the rose garden, from the "I do" at the end of the red carpet to the morning when new life comes, and in the dusk when they still hold hands many years later, they finally understand: the roses in the alley will wither, the writing on the bookmark will fade, but the love hidden in time will not - because the name of the rose has always been called "us".
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